I can’t sleep. At least not yet. After taking two painkillers to subdue a particularly splitting headache, I’m wide awake, listening to crickets chirping and water trickling from the stone fountains. Yes, I’m still deep in the heart of suburbia, gradually becoming more and more homesick. The steady hum of the air conditioner has even started to sound soothing. You know you’re definitely homesick when something that used to irritate you back home is becoming an element of sweet nostalgia.